I Had No Idea

On June 14th thirty-two years ago, we were asked if we would love, honor and cherish (and obey on my part) and we said "I do".

I had no idea what I was getting into.

I didn't know about the six kids ... or that most of them would be boys. Or that their appetites would keep our fridge perpetually empty.

I had no idea I would have to follow you out of state. Or across the country. Or to the other side of the world.

I couldn't see the broken bones, stitches, illnesses and emergency room visits in our future.

I certainly didn't see the homeschooling.

I didn't know your stubbornness would exceed my own.

I didn't know how completely inflexible you would be when it came to doing what you knew to be right.

I had no idea we'd be chased out of Uganda by terrorists.

I should have been able to guess that you would insist on raising all our boys to be alpha males who could stand on their own two feet - and that all six of our children would be as stubborn as you are.

I couldn't possibly guess all the thousands of ways you would show me how much you care.

I had no knowledge of all the times we would laugh together until tears ran down our faces.

I didn't realize how hard you would work to make my dreams come true - even if it meant pushing me way beyond my comfort zone because you knew I could do more than I thought I could.

I certainly didn't know how much you'd turn out to be right about things.

I didn't realize you'd still be able to make my heart melt all these years later just by smiling at me.

I didn't know, when I was that silly immature girl of nineteen, that I was marrying the original Indiana Jones and that our lives together would be one huge adventure after another.

I didn't know how much joy we would get out of serving the Lord together for all these years.

I had no idea then ... but looking back, I know that I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.

Happy Anniversary, Indiana. I have an idea that our adventure is just beginning.